A/N: I know it's April Fool's, but this is a normal chapter, I assure you. Also, you may have noticed that Star of the Capitol has been renamed to Revolution. A more fitting title, I think. The story will cover not just Mockingjay Part One, but Part Two as well.

Chapter Three:

I'm pretty sure my food's been drugged; I've never been so unnaturally tired. It probably has to do with Snow's scientists. They probably decided to sedate me to do their work. I'm not surprised, given that I know what they're doing to me. Hijacking me. I hope that one memory they never find is my discovery of what they've been doing; I want to hold onto it, to be able to remind myself that so many of the things inside my head aren't real.

But when I wake up the next day, there aren't any scientists around me. I'm led from my cell and dressed up for my second interview. It's not long before I'm sitting by Caesar, cameras pointing at the pair of us. I'm really going to hate cameras by the time all of this is over.

I don't really pay full attention to our conversation, but I must be saying the right things, because things seem to go well. We're talking about Katniss when I finally decide I should pay attention.

"She was, arguably, our favorite tribute." Caesar muses. "And I think that's what we all find most astonishing; that this girl was adored in the Capitol. And I think for you, Haymitch, it must be particularly painful."

My eyes lower briefly, noting the tragedy that had forced Katniss into the war. "I never intended her- or any of us- to end up here. I trained her to fight in the Games, not to fight wars."

"And yet, she has inspired such violence." He shakes his head. "You must care for her very much to be able to say those words."

"We mentors have a way of latching on to our tributes. Especially the ones that survive. She's survived twice. It doesn't feel right, being unable to guide her."

"And after all she's done, don't you feel as though you don't know her? Unless, of course, Haymitch, you think that she is being forced to say things that she doesn't even understand."

"I don't know, but I'd like to be able to think that." I lie. "They could be using her to whip up the rebels. She might not know what's happening or what's at stake. I don't know. I don't know what's going on in her head." I don't know what's going on in my own head.

"Now, Haymitch, I doubt the rebels will ever let her see this. But if they do, what would you say to her?" Caesar asks. "To Katniss Everdeen, the once sweet Katniss Everdeen- what would you say to her?"

If I know Katniss, she'll find a way to see this. I just hope she understands that I am being forced to say things.

"I would tell her to think for herself." I say, pretending like I'm almost heartbroken that a former tribute of mine is acting this way. I hate acting.

"Yes."

I hesitate, swallowing. It hurts more to say this than it did to declare a cease fire. "Don't be a fool, Katniss. I know you never wanted the rebellion. The things you did in the Games were never intended to start all of this.

"The rebels are changing you, into something that could destroy all of us. If you have any power, any say in what they do or how they use you...ask them to stop this before it's too late. Ask yourself- can you trust the people you're working with? Do you know what they really want?"

"Thank you, Haymitch Abernathy, for these revelations about the real Mockingjay."

I want to hit something. I want Panem to know the truth- the real truth, not the Capitol's version of the truth. I want them to know that they should follow Katniss, not Snow. But I can't tell them, not from here. I need to be rescued. Then I tell them.

I leap to my feet with a snarl as soon as the cameras stop rolling. "I need to talk to Snow. Now."

*X*

He doesn't seem pleased when I invite myself into his office. He frowns, but he doesn't order the guards to drag me off to my cell.

"I can't keep lying for you." I tell him.

"Mr. Abernathy, from a certain point of view, you are telling the truth." He states.

"Not from my point of view." I declare. "I'm done speaking for you. I won't do it anymore."

His eyes grow cold. "You will or the other tributes will die. I thought we agreed there was enough blood shed because of your actions, Mr. Abernathy."

"I did what I had to do to survive. I even gave you my word that I would do as you asked. Their blood is on your hands." I snap, feeling the heat of anger rush through me.

"There are moves and countermoves, Mr. Abernathy. You did what you did to survive, and you will continue to do so now." Snow warns me. "Remember what is at stake. Your life is not the only one in your hands. Would you let the other tributes die over this?"

I wouldn't mind you killing me, so long as the others live. I stare at him and fight for inner control over myself. My voice has leveled to resentment when I finally reply. "No, I won't let them die over this."

*X*

"You are going to volunteer in my place to help Katniss." Peeta tells me.

"Why can't you?" I ask.

"Because I don't want to die." He says. "I'll help from the outside, like you did last year."

"You're voluntelling me to die?" I scoff.

"Yes. And you're going to do it."

"Or what?"

"Or you'll die in your sleep."

A death threat. From Peeta Mellark.

I have to volunteer to die or die by his hand.

I have to participate in the Quell.

So I do.

I awake with a shout of anger, tearing violently against the restraints that are keeping me down on the floor of my cell. Peeta! That traitor. It's because of him that I was in the Games the second time. It's because of him that I'm in the Capitol instead of home in Twelve. Everything's his fault.

Except it's not.

I remember my discovery in the library, the page in a book about hijacking a mind and changing one's memories. I slowly begin to calm down. Peeta wouldn't do that. Just like Katniss wouldn't betray me in the Games. It's just Snow getting in my head again. Stay out of my head, dammit.

I wince as I hear Johanna scream from over in her cell, my arms jolting against my bonds. She screams again, longer and louder. I wish I could cover my ears. I wish I hadn't saved Johanna in the arena; she'd be better off dead than being tortured here. I wish that I died in the arena, like Peeta wanted- Peeta didn't want that. I shake my head with a growl, clearing the thought of the boy wanting me dead from my mind. Peeta's too compassionate to want anyone dead without good reason.

I hate the Capitol.

For trying to change my memories and putting things in my head.

For the Games.

For bringing Katniss and Peeta into this harsh reality.

For killing my family.

For leaving most of the Districts in poverty.

For sending innocent people to their deaths.

For everything.

As Johanna screams again, I vow to escape for those who never did.

*X*

The next time I see her, we're eating in a small dining hall. She's thinner than I remember, her eyes bloodshot. She looks truly tired. She eats slowly, picking at her food, instead of wolfing it down, as she should have been. I don't eat much either.

"You look horrible." I blatantly inform her.

"Yeah, you too." She says.

I smile a little, despite my own exhaustion; I miss the old Johanna. "They messed us up pretty good, huh?"

She finally looks me in the face. Then, she nods. "Nobody likes us anyway."

"You got that right." I agree. I pause briefly. "It'll change soon."

She scoffs and leans away from the table. "I doubt that. Snow's got this place too secure for anyone to rescue us."

I rest my elbows on the surface of the table and give her a thoughtful look. "Katniss is out there fighting. She'll make sure they come for us."

"With your messages to the nation, I doubt it."

"If that girl is as smart as I remember, she'll see through it."

*X*

It's later the same night when the power goes out without warning. My cell's plunged into darkness, the lights through the glass going dark too. At first, I think nothing of it and simply stare through the glass. Then it occurs to me that the dam in District Five must've been blown.

"Katniss is out there fighting."

The Districts are joining the fight against the Capitol.

I smile. Finally.

It's not long before I'm led from my cell and given a suit to change into; Portia hasn't been around in ages. I don't know where she disappeared to. Probably dead. At some point, the backup power is turned on and the mansion is lit up again. By the time I sit down for the interview, the cameras are already rolling.

I'm told to speak about the uprisings in the Districts and to once again stress the need to end violence.

So I do.

"Tonight, we've received reports of derailed trains, of granaries on fire, and of a savage attack on the hydroelectric dam in District Five." I say, putting emphasis on my words. "I'm begging for restraint and decency."

A screen beside the camera I'd been looking at suddenly shifts scenes completely, static coming from the speaker. I recoil in surprise, staring at it with interest. After the brief discoloration, the screen clears. And I don't know what to think about what I see.

There's a dark haired girl traversing some ruins, a bow and quiver full of arrows slung across her torso. It's Katniss. She's singing.

I don't have any words for what I'm seeing. My mouth hangs open, against my better judgement. The transmission struggles to stay on, static sounding between lines of the Mockingjay's song. But it's her.

Then it suddenly cuts out and I'm seeing myself reflected in the camera.

"Katniss…" I breath, swallowing hard and staring at the monitor in hopes our broadcast is cut off again.

"Haymitch, please continue." Caesar urges. "You were telling us about these savage attacks."

I don't know how I manage to speak again. My voice is shaking a little when I do. "The attack on the dam was a callous and inhuman act of destruction-"

I cut off, my breath whisked away, as the screen briefly flickers back to Katniss.

I hear Snow in his office through the wall. He's ordering bombers to go to Thirteen. Horror fills me. No. No. No! Then I'm on the screen again. I don't know what to say anymore. I try to continue on with the original subject, but my voice is trembling beyond my control. "Think about it...How will this end? What will be left? No one can survive this. No one is safe now. Not here in the Capitol. Not in any of the Districts."

The next words fly from my mouth before I have a chance to ponder the consequences. My newly acquired knowledge of Snow's plans pour from my lips. "They're coming, Katniss. They're gonna kill everyone. And in District Thirteen- you'll be dead by morning!"

My Peacekeeper guards tear me from my chair and I see the broadcasting monitor cut out as soon as I finish my last sentence.

I try to fight my way from their grasp. I do and manage to throw open the door. I tear down the hallway. The gravity of what I've just done is dawning on me. I need to escape.

I hear Snow shout orders after the guards as he peeks from his doorway. "Seize him!"

I race past an elevator, not having the time to stop and wait for it. I start hurrying down some stairs at the end of the hall when my mind gets carried away and I see Katniss's face flash up before my eyes.

Thwack!

A studded glove slams into my forehead as I reach the bottom of the stairs. I lose my balance and fall backwards, onto the floor, several Peacekeepers hovering over me.

They haul me to my feet and drag me from the mansion to a waiting truck outside. They cuff me and load me up. Johanna's already here. Annie Cresta too.

We're not allowed to speak, but Johanna's accusing eyes on my bleeding, bruised forehead tell me all I need to know. After spending a couple of months here in the Capitol, I've finally messed up big time. And there's no way Snow'll give me a chance to make it up to him; I've blown it. We're in trouble.

I look out the window, up to one on the second floor of the mansion. I see Snow glowering down at the truck as we drive away.

I've warned Katniss of the incoming bombing on Thirteen, but at what cost?